Re: Bookstore: Caleb R/Dietre A
"I've got a preference for summer," Caleb confessed. Though his skin wasn't sun dark, there was still a splay of muscles beneath his sweater that spoke of long afternoons on the family farm that he'd never been quite able to shake. Nor did he want to. "Though it certainly lends itself well to October." And all things spooky. There was no preference for scary things, but all the traditional things, yes. Hay rides and apple bobbing and apple cider? Carving pumpkins? Yes please, to all of it.
And yes, please to the invitation. "I'd like that," he said quietly as they stepped up to the counter. "And you are most definitely welcome." Where Dietre kept it simple, he ordered his with everything, curious to see how it would taste. Pulling his wallet free of his back pocket, he paid with cash, his debit card tucked neatly in the other side.
"Give me a minute to warm them up and I'll have them out for you guys," the girl behind the register said.
Caleb nodded. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you."
Turning back to Dietre, he gestured to the tables scattered around the cafe. "Do you want to sit while we wait?"